Guest guest Posted March 31, 2009 Report Share Posted March 31, 2009 Dear Neelamji, Thanks for all the information you have provided to justify that vegetarianism should be encouraged, not forced. Yes meat eating is, they say, needed to generate heat in the body in colder climates, but then it should br avoided in Tropical and Equatorial countries, where it already is too warm, sometimes for comfort. And as Bhaskarji has rightly said, these facts should be preserved for posterity. Hats off to you !!! Regards. Naresh Add more friends to your messenger and enjoy! Invite them now. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 31, 2009 Report Share Posted March 31, 2009 Thank you Naresh ji, Nitin ji and others who have found this post useful.RegardsNeelam2009/3/31 Naresh Mintri <nareshmintri Dear Neelamji, Thanks for all the information you have provided to justify that vegetarianism should be encouraged, not forced. Yes meat eating is, they say, needed to generate heat in the body in colder climates, but then it should br avoided in Tropical and Equatorial countries, where it already is too warm, sometimes for comfort. And as Bhaskarji has rightly said, these facts should be preserved for posterity. Hats off to you !!! Regards. Naresh Add more friends to your messenger and enjoy! Invite them now. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 1, 2009 Report Share Posted April 1, 2009 Dear friends,Please do read the following true story....especially do not miss the paras in blue font in case you don't have time to spare for the whole thing.//The Cow that Cried.by Ajahn BrahmavamsoI arrived early to lead my meditation class in a low-security prison. A crim who I had never seen before was waiting to speak with me. He was a giant of a man with bushy hair and beard and tattooed arms; the scars on his face told me he'd been in many a violent fight. He looked so fearsome that I wondered why he was coming to learn meditation. He wasn't the type. I was wrong of course.He told me that something had happened a few days before that had spooked the hell out of him. As he started speaking, I picked up his thick Ulster accent. To give me some background, he told me that he had grown up in the violent streets of Belfast. His first stabbing was when he was seven years old. The school bully had demanded the money he had for lunch. He said no. The older boy took out a long knife and asked for the money a second time. He thought the bully was bluffing. He said no again. The bully never asked a third time, he just plunged the knife into the seven year-old's arm, drew it out and walked away.He told me that he ran in shock from the schoolyard, with blood streaming down his arm, to his father's house close by. His unemployed father took one look at the wound and led his son to their kitchen, but not to dress the wound. The father opened a drawer, took out a big kitchen knife, gave it to his son, and ordered him to go back to school and stab the boy back.That was how he had been brought up. If he hadn't grown so big and strong, he would have been long dead.The jail was a prison farm where short-term prisoners, or long-term prisoners close to release, could be prepared for life outside, some by learning a trade in the farming industry. Furthermore, the produce from the prison farm would supply all the prisons around Perth with inexpensive food, thus keeping down costs. Australian farms grow cows, sheep and pigs, not just wheat and vegetables; so did the prison farm. But unlike other farms, the prison farm had its own slaughterhouse, on-site.Every prisoner had to have a job in the prison farm. I was informed by many of the inmates that the most sought-after jobs were in the slaughterhouse. These jobs were especially popular with violent offenders. And the most sought-after job of all, which you had to fight for, was the job of the slaughterer himself. That giant and fearsome Irishman was the slaughterer.He described the slaughterhouse to me. Super-strong stainless steel railings, wide at the opening, narrowed down to a single channel inside the building, just wide enough for one animal to pass through at a time. Next to the narrow channel, raised on a platform, he would stand with the electric gun. Cows, pigs or sheep would be forced into the stainless steel funnel using dogs and cattle prods. He said they would always scream, each in its own way, and try to escape. They could smell death, hear death and feel death. When an animal was alongside his platform, it would be writhing and wriggling and moaning in full voice. Even though his gun could kill a large bull with a single high-voltage charge, the animal would never stand still long enough for him to aim properly. So it was one shot to stun, next shot to kill. One shot to stun, next shot to kill. Animal after animal. Day after day.The Irishmen started to become excited as he moved to the occurrence, only a few days before, that he had unsettled him so much. He started to swear. In what followed, he kept repeating, " This is God's f...ing truth!" He was afraid I wouldn't believe him.That day they needed beef for the prisons around Perth. They were slaughtering cows. One shot to stun, next shot to kill. He was well into a normal day's killing when a cow came up like he had never seen before. This cow was silent. There wasn't even a whimper. Its head was down as it walked purposely voluntarily, slowly into position next to the platform. It did not writhe or wriggle or try to escape.Once in position, the cow lifted her head and stared at her executioner, absolutely still.The Irishmen hadn't seen anything even close to this before. His mind went numb with confusion. He couldn't lift his gun; nor could he take his eyes away from the eyes of the cow. The cow was looking right inside him.He slipped into timeless spaces. He couldn't tell me how long it took, but as the cow held him in eye contact, he noticed something that shook him even more. Cows have very big eyes. He saw in the left eye of the cow, above the lower eyelid, water begin to gather. The amount of water grew and grew, until it was too much for the eyelid to hold. It began to trickle slowly all the way down her cheek, forming a glistening line of tears. Long-closed doors were opening slowly to his heart. As he looked in disbelief, he saw in the right eye of the cow, above the lower eyelid, more water gathering, growing by the moment, until it too, was more than the eyelid could contain. A second stream of water trickled slowly down her face. And the man broke down.The cow was crying.He told me that he threw down his gun, swore to the full extent of his considerable capacity to the prison officers, that they could do whatever they liked to him, " BUT THAT COW AIN'T DYING! "He ended by telling me he was a vegetarian now.That story was true. Other inmates of the prison farm confirmed it for me. The cow that cried taught one of the most violent of men what it means to care. //Thanks for everyone who read this :)blessings,Renu , neelam gupta <neelamgupta07 wrote:>> Thank you Naresh ji, Nitin ji and others who have found this post useful.> > Regards> Neelam> > > 2009/3/31 Naresh Mintri nareshmintri > > Dear Neelamji,> >> > Thanks for all the information you have provided to justify that> > vegetarianism should be encouraged, not forced. Yes meat eating is, they> > say, needed to generate heat in the body in colder climates, but then it> > should br avoided in Tropical and Equatorial countries, where it already is> > too warm, sometimes for comfort.> >> > And as Bhaskarji has rightly said, these facts should be preserved for> > posterity. Hats off to you !!!> >> > Regards.> >> > Naresh> >> >> >> >> > ------------------------------> > Add more friends to your messenger and enjoy! 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Guest guest Posted April 1, 2009 Report Share Posted April 1, 2009 Dear Renu ji, That was a beautiful story. very emotional. And full of truth. touching and hitting somewhere , some portion of the heart. regards/Bhaskar. , " renunw " <renunw wrote: > > Dear friends, > > Please do read the following true story....especially do not miss the > paras in blue font in case you don't have time to spare for the whole > thing. > > > //The Cow that Cried. > > by Ajahn Brahmavamso > > I arrived early to lead my meditation class in a low-security prison. A > crim who I had never seen before was waiting to speak with me. He was a > giant of a man with bushy hair and beard and tattooed arms; the scars on > his face told me he'd been in many a violent fight. He looked so > fearsome that I wondered why he was coming to learn meditation. He > wasn't the type. I was wrong of course. > > He told me that something had happened a few days before that had > spooked the hell out of him. As he started speaking, I picked up his > thick Ulster accent. To give me some background, he told me that he had > grown up in the violent streets of Belfast. His first stabbing was when > he was seven years old. The school bully had demanded the money he had > for lunch. He said no. The older boy took out a long knife and asked for > the money a second time. He thought the bully was bluffing. He said no > again. The bully never asked a third time, he just plunged the knife > into the seven year-old's arm, drew it out and walked away. > > He told me that he ran in shock from the schoolyard, with blood > streaming down his arm, to his father's house close by. His unemployed > father took one look at the wound and led his son to their kitchen, but > not to dress the wound. The father opened a drawer, took out a big > kitchen knife, gave it to his son, and ordered him to go back to school > and stab the boy back. > > That was how he had been brought up. If he hadn't grown so big and > strong, he would have been long dead. > > The jail was a prison farm where short-term prisoners, or long-term > prisoners close to release, could be prepared for life outside, some by > learning a trade in the farming industry. Furthermore, the produce from > the prison farm would supply all the prisons around Perth with > inexpensive food, thus keeping down costs. Australian farms grow cows, > sheep and pigs, not just wheat and vegetables; so did the prison farm. > But unlike other farms, the prison farm had its own slaughterhouse, > on-site. > > Every prisoner had to have a job in the prison farm. I was informed by > many of the inmates that the most sought-after jobs were in the > slaughterhouse. These jobs were especially popular with violent > offenders. And the most sought-after job of all, which you had to fight > for, was the job of the slaughterer himself. That giant and fearsome > Irishman was the slaughterer. > > He described the slaughterhouse to me. Super-strong stainless steel > railings, wide at the opening, narrowed down to a single channel inside > the building, just wide enough for one animal to pass through at a time. > Next to the narrow channel, raised on a platform, he would stand with > the electric gun. Cows, pigs or sheep would be forced into the stainless > steel funnel using dogs and cattle prods. He said they would always > scream, each in its own way, and try to escape. They could smell death, > hear death and feel death. When an animal was alongside his platform, it > would be writhing and wriggling and moaning in full voice. Even though > his gun could kill a large bull with a single high-voltage charge, the > animal would never stand still long enough for him to aim properly. So > it was one shot to stun, next shot to kill. One shot to stun, next shot > to kill. Animal after animal. Day after day. > > The Irishmen started to become excited as he moved to the occurrence, > only a few days before, that he had unsettled him so much. He started to > swear. In what followed, he kept repeating, " This is God's f...ing > truth! " He was afraid I wouldn't believe him. > > That day they needed beef for the prisons around Perth. They were > slaughtering cows. One shot to stun, next shot to kill. He was well into > a normal day's killing when a cow came up like he had never seen before. > This cow was silent. There wasn't even a whimper. Its head was down as > it walked purposely voluntarily, slowly into position next to the > platform. It did not writhe or wriggle or try to escape. > > Once in position, the cow lifted her head and stared at her executioner, > absolutely still. > > The Irishmen hadn't seen anything even close to this before. His mind > went numb with confusion. He couldn't lift his gun; nor could he take > his eyes away from the eyes of the cow. The cow was looking right inside > him. > > He slipped into timeless spaces. He couldn't tell me how long it took, > but as the cow held him in eye contact, he noticed something that shook > him even more. Cows have very big eyes. He saw in the left eye of the > cow, above the lower eyelid, water begin to gather. The amount of water > grew and grew, until it was too much for the eyelid to hold. It began to > trickle slowly all the way down her cheek, forming a glistening line of > tears. Long-closed doors were opening slowly to his heart. As he looked > in disbelief, he saw in the right eye of the cow, above the lower > eyelid, more water gathering, growing by the moment, until it too, was > more than the eyelid could contain. A second stream of water trickled > slowly down her face. And the man broke down. > > The cow was crying. > > He told me that he threw down his gun, swore to the full extent of his > considerable capacity to the prison officers, that they could do > whatever they liked to him, " BUT THAT COW AIN'T DYING! " > > He ended by telling me he was a vegetarian now. > > That story was true. Other inmates of the prison farm confirmed it for > me. The cow that cried taught one of the most violent of men what it > means to care. // > > Thanks for everyone who read this > > blessings, > > Renu > > > , neelam gupta neelamgupta07@ > wrote: > > > > Thank you Naresh ji, Nitin ji and others who have found this post > useful. > > > > Regards > > Neelam > > > > > > 2009/3/31 Naresh Mintri nareshmintri@ > > > > > Dear Neelamji, > > > > > > Thanks for all the information you have provided to justify that > > > vegetarianism should be encouraged, not forced. Yes meat eating is, > they > > > say, needed to generate heat in the body in colder climates, but > then it > > > should br avoided in Tropical and Equatorial countries, where it > already is > > > too warm, sometimes for comfort. > > > > > > And as Bhaskarji has rightly said, these facts should be preserved > for > > > posterity. Hats off to you !!! > > > > > > Regards. > > > > > > Naresh > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------ > > > Add more friends to your messenger and enjoy! Invite them > now.<http://in.rd...com/tagline_messenger_6/*http://messenger.\ \ > .com/invite/> > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 2, 2009 Report Share Posted April 2, 2009 Dear Bhaskar ji, Yes, it is indeed touching. This shows that there is nothing impossible in this world if we take the right approach and lot of effort. blessings, Renu , " Bhaskar " <bhaskar_jyotish wrote: > > > Dear Renu ji, > > That was a beautiful story. very emotional. And full of truth. touching > and hitting somewhere , some portion of the heart. > > regards/Bhaskar. , " renunw " <renunw@> wrote: > > > > Dear friends, > > > > Please do read the following true story....especially do not miss the > > paras in blue font in case you don't have time to spare for the whole > > thing. > > > > > > //The Cow that Cried. > > > > by Ajahn Brahmavamso > > > > I arrived early to lead my meditation class in a low-security prison. > A > > crim who I had never seen before was waiting to speak with me. He was > a > > giant of a man with bushy hair and beard and tattooed arms; the scars > on > > his face told me he'd been in many a violent fight. He looked so > > fearsome that I wondered why he was coming to learn meditation. He > > wasn't the type. I was wrong of course. > > > > He told me that something had happened a few days before that had > > spooked the hell out of him. As he started speaking, I picked up his > > thick Ulster accent. To give me some background, he told me that he > had > > grown up in the violent streets of Belfast. His first stabbing was > when > > he was seven years old. The school bully had demanded the money he had > > for lunch. He said no. The older boy took out a long knife and asked > for > > the money a second time. He thought the bully was bluffing. He said no > > again. The bully never asked a third time, he just plunged the knife > > into the seven year-old's arm, drew it out and walked away. > > > > He told me that he ran in shock from the schoolyard, with blood > > streaming down his arm, to his father's house close by. His unemployed > > father took one look at the wound and led his son to their kitchen, > but > > not to dress the wound. The father opened a drawer, took out a big > > kitchen knife, gave it to his son, and ordered him to go back to > school > > and stab the boy back. > > > > That was how he had been brought up. If he hadn't grown so big and > > strong, he would have been long dead. > > > > The jail was a prison farm where short-term prisoners, or long-term > > prisoners close to release, could be prepared for life outside, some > by > > learning a trade in the farming industry. Furthermore, the produce > from > > the prison farm would supply all the prisons around Perth with > > inexpensive food, thus keeping down costs. Australian farms grow cows, > > sheep and pigs, not just wheat and vegetables; so did the prison farm. > > But unlike other farms, the prison farm had its own slaughterhouse, > > on-site. > > > > Every prisoner had to have a job in the prison farm. I was informed by > > many of the inmates that the most sought-after jobs were in the > > slaughterhouse. These jobs were especially popular with violent > > offenders. And the most sought-after job of all, which you had to > fight > > for, was the job of the slaughterer himself. That giant and fearsome > > Irishman was the slaughterer. > > > > He described the slaughterhouse to me. Super-strong stainless steel > > railings, wide at the opening, narrowed down to a single channel > inside > > the building, just wide enough for one animal to pass through at a > time. > > Next to the narrow channel, raised on a platform, he would stand with > > the electric gun. Cows, pigs or sheep would be forced into the > stainless > > steel funnel using dogs and cattle prods. He said they would always > > scream, each in its own way, and try to escape. They could smell > death, > > hear death and feel death. When an animal was alongside his platform, > it > > would be writhing and wriggling and moaning in full voice. Even though > > his gun could kill a large bull with a single high-voltage charge, the > > animal would never stand still long enough for him to aim properly. So > > it was one shot to stun, next shot to kill. One shot to stun, next > shot > > to kill. Animal after animal. Day after day. > > > > The Irishmen started to become excited as he moved to the occurrence, > > only a few days before, that he had unsettled him so much. He started > to > > swear. In what followed, he kept repeating, " This is God's f...ing > > truth! " He was afraid I wouldn't believe him. > > > > That day they needed beef for the prisons around Perth. They were > > slaughtering cows. One shot to stun, next shot to kill. He was well > into > > a normal day's killing when a cow came up like he had never seen > before. > > This cow was silent. There wasn't even a whimper. Its head was down as > > it walked purposely voluntarily, slowly into position next to the > > platform. It did not writhe or wriggle or try to escape. > > > > Once in position, the cow lifted her head and stared at her > executioner, > > absolutely still. > > > > The Irishmen hadn't seen anything even close to this before. His mind > > went numb with confusion. He couldn't lift his gun; nor could he take > > his eyes away from the eyes of the cow. The cow was looking right > inside > > him. > > > > He slipped into timeless spaces. He couldn't tell me how long it took, > > but as the cow held him in eye contact, he noticed something that > shook > > him even more. Cows have very big eyes. He saw in the left eye of the > > cow, above the lower eyelid, water begin to gather. The amount of > water > > grew and grew, until it was too much for the eyelid to hold. It began > to > > trickle slowly all the way down her cheek, forming a glistening line > of > > tears. Long-closed doors were opening slowly to his heart. As he > looked > > in disbelief, he saw in the right eye of the cow, above the lower > > eyelid, more water gathering, growing by the moment, until it too, was > > more than the eyelid could contain. A second stream of water trickled > > slowly down her face. And the man broke down. > > > > The cow was crying. > > > > He told me that he threw down his gun, swore to the full extent of his > > considerable capacity to the prison officers, that they could do > > whatever they liked to him, " BUT THAT COW AIN'T DYING! " > > > > He ended by telling me he was a vegetarian now. > > > > That story was true. Other inmates of the prison farm confirmed it for > > me. The cow that cried taught one of the most violent of men what it > > means to care. // > > > > Thanks for everyone who read this > > > > blessings, > > > > Renu > > > > > > , neelam gupta neelamgupta07@ > > wrote: > > > > > > Thank you Naresh ji, Nitin ji and others who have found this post > > useful. > > > > > > Regards > > > Neelam > > > > > > > > > 2009/3/31 Naresh Mintri nareshmintri@ > > > > > > > Dear Neelamji, > > > > > > > > Thanks for all the information you have provided to justify that > > > > vegetarianism should be encouraged, not forced. Yes meat eating > is, > > they > > > > say, needed to generate heat in the body in colder climates, but > > then it > > > > should br avoided in Tropical and Equatorial countries, where it > > already is > > > > too warm, sometimes for comfort. > > > > > > > > And as Bhaskarji has rightly said, these facts should be preserved > > for > > > > posterity. Hats off to you !!! > > > > > > > > Regards. > > > > > > > > Naresh > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------ > > > > Add more friends to your messenger and enjoy! Invite them > > > now.<http://in.rd...com/tagline_messenger_6/*http://messenger.\ > \ > > .com/invite/> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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